Often I don’t know what to say when people ask how I came to have a PhD. Like many stories, mine has multiple beginnings. It could be because of the love of books and sense of social justice that my mother instilled in me from an early age. It might be because of the women from Wellington Women’s Refuge who encouraged me to consider going to University. Or, it may be the sheer pleasure I discovered in research, discussion, analysis and writing. It is from those restless beginnings that I trace my trajectory as a scholar.